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After the End Has Come and Gone	By : addielogan Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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Spike paced in his hotel room. Why
didn't Buffy believe him? She was the Slayer, she was supposed to always be on
the lookout for things like this. If anything, she should expect them. Seemed
like nothing in her life came without a demon or two.
Spike sat on the edge of the bed,
trying to piece together what was happening. It had to be some sort of spell,
something that was making her accept what was around her without question. He
needed to get her out of this town, away from whatever was affecting her like
this. Then she'd be able to see things clearly again. Spike made up his mind.
As soon as the sun set he was taking Buffy away no matter how much she fought
him over it. It was for her own good, after all.
He frowned, trying to decide
exactly how he was going to accomplish that task. All things considered, Buffy
was still the Slayer. She was going to put up a fight. Spike knew one thing for
sure, he was going to have to separate her from Clint. She'd be hard enough to
deal with without adding her redneck demon husband to the mix.
Suddenly, Spike froze. He heard
something rustling outside his door. He sniffed the air and frowned. Whatever
it was, it wasn't human. He stood up, ready to fight. He heard a key click in
the door, and the handle turned. The door flew open, and Spike jumped back to
avoid the column of sunlight that came into the room.
Spike glared at the brunette woman
who walked into the room, slamming the door behind her. "What do you
want?"
"It's time for check
out," she replied with a cruel smile.
"I'm not going anywhere
without Buffy."
"The Slayer is not leaving
with you."
"Is that a fact?" Spike
came towards the brunette, reading for a punch. She grabbed his fist with
inhuman speed, wrenching his arm behind his back. Spike yelled in pain and
surprise, struggling to get free.
"As I said, the Slayer is not
going anywhere with you," the brunette repeated, pushing Spike down to his
knees. She changed suddenly, her appearance now like that of Clint's the night
before. "You, however, are coming with me."
"I don't think so," Spike
said through gritted teeth.
"I didn't ask you," the
demon growled, hauling him to his feet. She drug Spike over to the bed, pushing
it aside with one hand. Below it was a staircase leading down into darkness.
"Funny I didn't notice
that�" Spike said.
The demon snarled at him.
"Down."
"Um, how about no?" Spike
struggled to get free, hitting the demon as hard as he could.
The blow barely registered.
"You are a stupid creature, vampire." The demon grabbed Spike, throwing
him hard against the wall. Spike slumped down, unconscious. The demon picked
him up, threw him over her shoulder, and brought him down the stairs.
Another demon stood at the bottom.
"You didn't kill the vampire?"
"No. We can use him. Keeping
the Slayer here has drained too much of our power. He can strengthen us
again." She threw Spike to the other demon. "Restrain him. We will
perform the ritual at sunset."
"Yes, my mistress," the
second demon said, carrying Spike away.
The first demon changed again into
the brunette human woman, then walked back up the stairs.

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Buffy woke up, looking over at the
clock. 4:43. Buffy frowned. She'd slept a lot later than she normally did. She
got out of bed, stretching her arms and yawning. She walked around the bed,
heading for the bathroom when she stopped short, noticing something on the
floor. She bent down, touching it lightly. It had dried, but there was no
mistaking what it was. Blood.
Buffy felt a sudden wave of panic.
Something was wrong here. Her Slayer instincts began screaming. Clint had told
her that Spike had been there the night before. Had there been a fight? Was
that what this blood was from? Buffy stood, dressing quickly. She had to figure
out what had happened.
Clint was at the front desk. Buffy
stood in front of it, her arms crossed. "Where's Spike?"
Clint looked up at her. "He
left. He didn't tell you?"
Buffy looked up, the sun still
bright in the sky. "He left? Now?"
"A couple of hours ago."
Clint shrugged. "I guess he figured he couldn't compete with the love we
have."
"Clint, Spike wouldn't leave
now."
Clint looked up, locking his eyes
with Buffy. "He left. He doesn't care about you at all."
"Spike left. He doesn't�"
Buffy stopped, shaking her head. "Spike does care about me, Clint."
Clint got up, leaning closer to
Buffy. "He does not care about you."
Buffy pulled back. "I have to
go." Buffy ran out of the office.
"Buffy!" Clint called.
When she didn't turn around, Clint picked up the phone, dialing a number
quickly. "We have a situation. It's the Slayer."

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Spike groaned, coming to slowly. He
blinked, taking in his surroundings. It was dark, the only light coming from
torches attached to the wall. There was a group of demons kneeling in one part
of the room, chanting and bowing to the center of a circle.
"Things like this are never
good," Spike mumbled, trying to move. He realized then that he was chained
to the wall with bonds strong enough to keep him in place. "Bloody hell.
Why does this always happen to me?"
"I see you've awakened,
vampire."
Spike glared at the brunette woman
in front of him. "Sod off."
She smiled sadistically. "Is
that anyway to talk to someone who has your pathetic little unlife in the palm
of her hand?"
"Seeing as your not holding
any sharp, pointy pieces of wood, I'm not really all that afraid of you,"
Spike replied.
The woman laughed. "I'd take
that as insolence if you weren't so foolish." She walked up to Spike,
running her finger down his cheek. "Soon it will be more than a stake
through the heart that can kill you. Too bad we won't be able to explore all
the ways�"
Spike turned away from her touch.
"Where's Buffy?"
"The Slayer is not your
concern."
"She's always my
concern."
"How�touching." The woman
stepped back. "I hope you've seen all you planned to of this earth. You
won't be on it for much longer."
Spike just glared at her as she
walked away.

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Buffy opened the door to Spike's
room. She glanced around, almost immediately spying something black hanging
over one of the chairs. "His coat," Buffy said out loud. Her mouth
set in a grim line. Now she knew for sure he wasn't gone.
Buffy started to go back and demand
Clint tell her what was really going on when she noticed something else. The
bed was pulled slightly away from the wall and was at an angle. She pushed it
aside, gasping when she saw the staircase below it. She took a deep breath and
started towards it.
"Where are you goin',
babydoll?"
Startled, Buffy turned around to
face Clint. "What's going on here?"
"Nothin'. Now how about you just
put the bed back, and we forget this whole thing?"
Buffy's mouth set in grim
determination. "Where is Spike?"
"I told you he left. There
ain't nothing else you need to know."
"You're lying. Tell me right
now what's going on."
Clint went to Buffy, grabbing her
by the arms and staring into her eyes. "There's nothing going on, Buffy.
Let's just go back to our home."
Buffy shook her head. "What
are you trying to do to me?"
"Nothing. There's nothing
going on at all. Let's go�"
Buffy pushed him away. "Where.
Is. Spike?" she asked, carefully enunciating every word.
"Buffy�" Clint went for
her again, but she reacted faster, punching him hard enough to knock him on his
back. She straddled his waist, pulling him up roughly by the collar.
"Where is he, Clint. Tell me�now."
"I�he�um�"
"Why don't we just show
her?"
Buffy turned around, blinking at
the brunette woman now standing in front of the staircase. "Rebecca?"
"Not quite," she replied,
assuming her demon form once again.
Buffy got to her feet, staring in
horror. "Spike�he was telling the truth."
Clint stood, quickly reverting to
his true self again. "Yes, he was."
Buffy glared. "What have you
done with him?"
Rebecca walked slowly over to
Buffy. "Nothing yet, Slayer. But soon, he will bring us strength enough to
have you under our power again."
"If you hurt him, so help me,
I will�"
"What will you do?" Clint
asked, sneering at Buffy. "You gonna kill me, babydoll?"
Buffy looked at the creature she'd
thought was her husband for almost a year with revulsion. "Don't think I
won't."
"Grab her," Rebecca
ordered. "Take her downstairs. We can make her one of us again."
Clint lunged for Buffy. She tried
to evade him, but he grabbed her anyway, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Don't worry," he whispered in her ear. "Soon everything will be
fine, and you will be my happy wife again."
"I am not your wife."
Clint snarled as he started
carrying Buffy down the stairs. "You will always be mine."
Buffy struggled futilely as Clint
brought her down into the dark. Her eyes widened when she noticed one of the
walls. "Spike!"
Spike looked up sharply.
"Buffy!" He fought against his bonds, snarling at Clint. "You
get your bloody hands off of her!"
Clint smirked. "Jealous,
vampire?"
Spike's face changed as he growled,
trying desperately to break free. Clint merely laughed as he brought Buffy over
to a cage, locking her inside. "Don't worry, babydoll. Soon we'll have
more power, and we can make you feel like you belong again."
Buffy pulled at the bars of the
cage. "Let me out of here so I can kill you," she said sweetly.
"Sedate her," Rebecca
ordered. "I don't want to have to hear her rambling before it's time to
place her under our control again."
Another demon approached Buffy,
grabbing her arm through the bars and injecting a blue liquid into her with
syringe. Buffy tried to struggle, but she felt the effects almost immediately,
slumping into the corner of the cage.
"Buffy!" Spike yelled,
trying again to break loose.
Rebecca laughed. "You have
much more to worry about than the Slayer, vampire. Soon it will be sunset, and
you will be no more."
"Whatever you do to me, it
doesn't matter. Buffy will kill you. And she'll make it hurt."
Clint sneered, approaching Spike
and leaning into his face. "Not if she loves me."
Spike spit, hitting Clint squarely
in the eye. Clint roared, hitting Spike hard enough to throw him back against
the wall he was chained to.
"Now, now," Rebecca said,
placing her hand on Clint's shoulder. "It is not the time for playing. We
need all his strength."
Clint stepped back, wiping his eye.
He glared at Spike one more time before he and Rebecca went back up the stairs.
Spike slumped in his chains,
searching his mind desperately for a way out of this mess.

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"The sun has set,
vampire."
Spike glared at the demon beside
him. "I think you got things a bit backwards there. For us vampires, the
sun setting is a good thing."
The demon grinned. "Not for
you. Not tonight."
Another demon, wearing a long cloak
approached Spike, brandishing a large knife. "Hey, put that away,"
Spike said nervously, fighting desperately to break his chains.
The demon said nothing, simply
taking the knife and slashing Spike across the chest, letting the vampire's
blood drip onto the blade. Spike hissed in pain. The demon then went to the
circle where another group was still chanting, holding the knife in the air and
letting the drops of blood fall down to the ground. He chanted in a language
Spike didn't recognize, then finished with one sentence he did:
"Let that which powers him now
power us."
A dark cloud flew from the circle
to Spike and engulfed him.

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Buffy woke to the sound of inhuman
screams of pain.
Any bit of grogginess she was
feeling went away the moment she realized the screams were coming from Spike.
Buffy snapped to attention,
watching for a moment in horror as some thing
seemed to be pulling at Spike, bringing with it what appeared to be a light
coming from inside him. Quickly she reached outside the cage, snapping off the
lock and then kicking the door open. The demons didn't notice her, all of them
too distracted with whatever it was they were doing to Spike. Buffy saw that
the force that was hurting Spike was coming from a circle in the middle of the
room. She wished she had Willow there to tell her what sort of magicks were in
use, but she figured she'd just have to wing it. Spike didn't look like he had
much left in him.
Buffy ran to the circle, knocking
over the demon that stood in the center. He fell into two of the demons forming
the circle, the knife slipping from his grip. As the circle broke, Spike let
out one last yell, and the force assaulting him faded into nothingness. Buffy
started to go to him but was stopped by a demon that stepped in front of her.
The demon suddenly changed, and Buffy found herself face to face with Clint.
"Where ya goin',
babydoll?"
"Get away from me," Buffy
said.
"What's the hurry?" Clint
smiled at her, looking down into her eyes. "None of this is real, baby.
You're just dreamin'."
"The only thing not real here is the life I've been living
for the past year. Get away from me before I kill you."
Clint stroked her cheek. "You
don't want to kill me. You love me."
"I do not love you. I'm taking
Spike, and we're leaving."
"Buffy, please�you love me,
babydoll."
"You disgust me."
Clint sneered. "If that's the
way you feel about it�" He turned back to his demon form, lunging at
Buffy.
Buffy jumped out of the way. She
saw the knife that had cut Spike earlier laying on the ground and rolled for
it. When Clint came at her again, she thrust, plunging it deep in his stomach.
He looked at her in surprise, returning to his human form for one last gasp of
breath. Buffy pulled the knife out, and Clint slumped dead to the ground, a
demon again. Buffy stared at his lifeless body for a moment, swallowing hard.
The demons who had earlier been in
the circle rushed Buffy then, and she lashed out, fighting with a blind fury
against those that had taken away a year of her life. She hated them all for
tricking her, for making her believe she'd found what she'd been searching for
for so long. Obviously not the members of the group that usually engaged in
combat, they fought weakly, but Buffy showed them no mercy. She didn't stop
until they were all dead.
"Very good, Buffy. I guess the
stories I've heard of the greatest of Slayers weren't false after all."
Buffy turned to see Rebecca
standing beside Spike, her long brown hair falling around her shoulders. Spike
stirred, groaning slightly. "Let him go."
Rebecca pouted. "But Buffy,
you didn't let us finish�"
Buffy pointed the knife at Rebecca.
"And I'm not planning to. Unchain him now, and I might consider letting
you live."
"Buffy, darling, I can see the
lie in your eyes. But still, if you want him down that badly�" Rebecca
pulled a key from her pocket and released Spike from his manacles. He slumped
to the ground, hitting the stone floor hard. Rebecca smirked, kicking him hard
in the side.
"Stop it," Buffy ordered.
"Oh, but it's fun. He's
so�fragile now."
Buffy lunged at Rebecca, pinning
her to the wall with the knife at her throat. "What have you been doing
here? What did you do to me?"
"What did I do to you? You were the one who ruined
everything, you stupid little bitch," Rebecca snapped. All we wanted to
was to live a calm life here, and you had to show up with your petty desires to
destroy all the demons."
Buffy blinked, the real reason
behind her original arrival in Texas coming back to her. "You were
performing ritual human sacrifices."
Rebecca shrugged as best she could
in her current position. "It's what we do."
"Not anymore." Buffy
brought the blade down then stepped back as the now-decapitated demon fell to
the ground. She stepped over the body and ran to Spike, shaking him gently.
"Spike?"
Spike groaned. "Buffy�I
feel�not right�"
"They did something to
you," Buffy said, smoothing his hair back. "But I stopped it. You'll
be okay."
Spike gave her a weak smile.
"Thanks, pet."
"Can you stand at all?"
"I�I think so� You're gonna
have to help me walk."
"I can do that," Buffy
said, guiding Spike to and up the stairs.
As they got back into the hotel
room, Spike started shaking. Buffy frowned. "Are you okay?"
"I'm�I'm cold�" Spike
managed.
"Cold?" Buffy asked in
surprise.
Spike nodded. Buffy frowned again,
wondering what exactly they had done to him. She grabbed his duster and helped
him put it on. "That better?"
Spike pulled it closed around him.
"Yeah�"
"Come on, let's get to my car.
We have to get out of here."
Spike looked at her askew.
"You can drive?"
Buffy chuckled. "Yeah. I
learned a couple of years ago."
"Wonders never cease."
Buffy smirked, leading him to the
car. She opened the door to the backseat, helping Spike in. He lay down,
wincing a little. "Are you going to be okay?" Buffy asked.
Spike nodded, closing his eyes.
"I just need to rest a bit. Get us out of here, pet. I'll be fine."
Buffy closed the door and got in on
the driver's side. She started the engine and drove away as quickly as she
could.

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When it started nearing daylight,
Buffy looked for a place to stop. She didn't have anything to cover her car
windows with, and she didn't want to have a pile of Spike ashes in her
backseat.
She got off the highway at the next
exit then pulled into the parking lot of the first motel she saw. Spike opened
his eyes. "Where are we?"
"New Mexico, I think. I've
just been driving, haven't been paying much attention. I'm going to go in here
and get us a room before the sun comes up."
"Good idea."
Buffy got out of the car. "Be
right back," she said before closing the door.
True to her word, Buffy was back a
few minutes later. She helped Spike out of the car and to his feet. "Come
on. Let's get going before that sun decides to rise." Spike nodded,
letting Buffy help him to the room she'd rented. She brought him inside.
"The bed's over here. You still need to rest."
Spike didn't move. His body was
rigid, and he stared ahead of him. "Buffy, look�" he said, pointing.
Buffy looked across the hotel room
to the sink area on the other side. "What, I�" Buffy stopped, her
mouth dropping. "Spike, it's�it's your reflection."
Spike stepped away from Buffy,
walking slowly over to the mirror. He touched it tentatively, as if checking to
see if it was real or if it would fade away in front of him. Buffy came up
behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Spike, what's going
on?"
"I don't know�I�" Spike
reached up, placing his hand over his chest. His eyes grew wide, and he grabbed
Buffy's hand, putting it where his had been a moment before. Buffy's face gained
the same look of incredulity that Spike's had.
"You're heart�it's
beating," Buffy said softly.
"I know."
"Are you�alive?"
Spike stared forward at his
reflection. "I don't know." He stumbled a little, bracing himself on
the sink. "I don't feel right, Buffy. I need sleep."
Buffy felt tears forming in her
eyes. "But Spike, if you're alive, then�"
Spike cut her off by walking away.
"I just want to sleep." He went to one of the two double beds in the
room, lying down on his back. Buffy went over to him, but he rolled away,
facing the wall.
Buffy switched off the light and
silently got in the other bed.

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